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- The Werewolf Sonnets at allpoetry
Gray shadows sleep between the aethered clouds, Like corpses laid before the spinning stars. - Vampire Sonnets X through XVIII at allpoetry
Vampire Sonnet X I will thee rise ere fall of shaded dusk, - Dagon's Altar at allpoetry
When dread shapes walk unlit streets, / In the shadow-hung hours after dusk; / When a noxious wind blows up from the pounding surf, / And nameless shapes writhe and splash, / Betwixt the black, moonless waves, / The - Kafka's Fly at allpoetry
KAFKA’S FLY / You were on the other side of Love’s barriers, / Beyond the reach of my grasping hand. / An apple unpicked in the orchard, / A stem of grapes unharvested, / A heart forbidden to touch in the Garde - Winter's Eyes at allpoetry
Winter's eyes hath such a frigid glare, / That oft I see so mirrored in thy look, / Yet Winter hath much more a tempered care, / Than thou hadst if care thou so much took. / Summer hath an even, steady burn, / As he - Sunset's Death at allpoetry
The cliffs of Sunset, redly-shaded, hang, / They hurl their shadows far to Sunset's rim. / The Goddess, Luna, starsongs sweetly sang, / To mourn the place of light where Day had been. / A rush of clouds come bolting f - Love's Sunrise at allpoetry
Drunk lay Sunset, flushed, red-faced and prone, / As Nightfall had Her wanton, harlot way. / Ocean hid Her eyes within her foam. / Apollo fled the starstruck, astral day. / The Gods seemed mute as Daylight, rushing fl - Our Sun at allpoetry
Thy Sun doth rise with me by morn's sweet day, / He walks with me within each cobbled path. / Merry makes thy Sun my troubled way, / And oft I hear his merry, youthful laugh. / Thy Sunrise makes so bright the heat of - My Winter Love at allpoetry
Heaven sends her white-faced children through, / The morning paths that bring on Winter's rain. / Her sons, the clouds, the wise, aged centaurs knew, / They ring the mountains in a drenching chain. / Nephele looks hig - Love Eternal at allpoetry
Maroon and red: they stain the crags of old, / So withered with the gold of Summer's hue. / Their Sunset tells what can't be fully told, / Their aged features know what Gaea knew. / Their secret lies in every flowing - Love's Slumber at allpoetry
Sleepy hung the onyx-golden crags,
Asleep within the arms of pallid dusk. - The Cleansing Moonlight (Sonnet in Iambic Pentameter) at allpoetry
Black and gray doth stain the sunset's hue,
A tone so like thy dismal, angry mood. - Thine Arms (Sonnet in Iambic Pentameter) at allpoetry
Radiant gleams the sheen of fiery orbs,
That gleam upon the path of Luna's rise.
